Some Kind Of Wonderful

Chapter: Twenty-Five: One Man’s Love Is Another’s Betrayal.

Leila pulled back from the embrace with Chase. “I’m sorry, Chase.”

Chase shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. You were right Leila, about everything. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been lately. I wish things could have been different, I wanted us to have a chance so badly that I didn’t even realise how selfish I was being. I don’t deserve you and I hope you can find it in your heart and forgive me because, I will be devastated if I lose you as my friend.” Leila shook her head.

“Of course I forgive you, Chase. I would want nothing more than for us to be best friends again.” She smiled brightly and hugged him again.

“I love you, Leil’s.” Leila pulled back and giggled.

“What?”

“Marc calls me Leil’s, I--” she stopped and looked around the kitchen wide eyed. “Where the hell is Marc?” she asked quickly
her heart jumping to her throat.

Isabelle and Jordan gaped at her. “He left thinking you chose, Chase.” Isabelle explained.
Leila’s eyes widened. “NO!” she shrieked running out of the house.

“Leila, put your shoes on!” Isabelle called after her daughter. “And stop running you’ll harm the...baby.” her blue eyes
widened once again. “Oh my god, my baby’s having a baby.” She looked up at her husband who shrugged.

“It sure looks that way, Grandma.” Isabelle shoved her elbow into Jordan gut who grunted in response.
“Shut up, Grandpa.” Jordan winced when he was referred to as a grandpa.

They both shook their heads. “I’m way too sexy to be a Grandpa.” Jordan grumbled thoughtfully.
Isabelle giggled, “I dunno, I mean you do have that one white hair we found a few nights ago.”

Jordan gasped, “Woman, I do not have white hair.” He said glaring at her. “You must be losing your sight, Grandma.”
Isabelle chuckled. “Hmm, maybe you’re right. I mean I am having trouble finding your weenie.” She said twisting her lips.
Jordan arched his brow, “Ha ha, touches the sides of your mouth.” Jordan quipped smartly forgetting the boys were still in the room.

“Oh my god, that is so gross.” Jaiden muttered with a shudder.

Jordan and Isabelle however ignored Jaiden’s comment and continued bickering. “Only because I have a small mouth.” Isabelle retorted.

“HA! Could have fooled me.” he said smirking at the five foot three woman glaring at him with lust filled eyes.

“Care to test that theory?” Isabelle asked with a playful smile.

Jordan licked his lips. “You bet your sexy little ass I do.” He said hungrily eyeing his wife. With a quick motion he picked up Isabelle and hoisted her over his shoulder carrying her out of the room.

Dayne and Chase chuckled when they heard Isabelle yelp from the stairs and Jordan’s laughter filtered through the house. “You gotta love ‘em.” Chase said shaking his head.

“Yeah, lucky for you, you don’t have to put up with them humping like rabbits. I swear they go at it for hours, its disturbing.” Jaiden said disgusted.

Dayne smirked. “I would be ecstatic if I could be half as happy as they are when I’m married. They make it seem so simple; you can’t help but not want it.” Chase nodded agreeing.

“Absolutely,” Chase said with a sigh.

Dayne placed a hand on Chases shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry about the whole Leila thing.” Chase shook his head.

“Don’t be, Leila made the right choice and I’m happy for her...for them both.” Dayne smiled slapping his back.

“You’re a good man, Chase.”

“Well, I know that.” He joked chuckling. The kitchen door opened and Leila came running through stopping in front of the boys
her hands on her knees heaving for breath.

“Hey, you okay?” Chase asked with concern.

Leila shook her head. “Marc...left...couldn’t...catch up...I can’t breathe.” She wheezed.

Chase smirked. “Well stop talking then.”

Leila glared at him still heaving. “Shut...up.”

“Leila, you have a car for a reason, you shouldn’t be running in your condition.” Chase said with concern.

“Right...my car...crap.” she straightened and hobbled out of the kitchen to fetch her shoes and drive to Marc’s place in hopes
to finally sort things out.

A minute later she came jogging back through the kitchen she smirked and ran out of the door to retrieve her car from the garage.

All the boys looked up at the ceiling when they heard a bed squeaking. “Oh my god...” Chase said his brown eyes wide.

“Oh hell no.” Jaiden and Dayne said unison.

Chase chuckled. “Hey I got beers at mine and I just bought Halo 3 on Xbox.” He said and both brothers grinned more than happy to leave their parents to hump happily.

Isabelle sighed. “Jordan how long am I gonna have to jump on this bed for, I don’t have the heart for this anymore, you know?” she said bouncing up and down on the bed causing it to squeak.

Jordan chuckled looking out of the window in time to see Leila get in her car and drive off. “Not long now, Leila just left and the boys should be leaving...and they’re off.” Jordan said looking back at his wife jumping on the bed like a five year old.

“God, the things we have to go through to have sex.” Isabelle giggled falling back on the bed with a sigh.

Jordan smirked crawling on top of her like a hungry lion with his lioness. “Tell me about it, I’m thinking about building us a soundproof sex room in the basement, we can call it ‘Isabelle and Jordan’s love dungeon’” Isabelle laughed looping her arms around her husband’s neck.

“Well, I do like the sound of that. That way we can scream and have sex just as we want, just you me and your weenie.” Jordan frowned.

“Isabelle, I love you to death but if you call my dick a weenie once more I’m going to be forced to hurt you. You’re insulting him, and see... you’ve hurt his feeling now.” Jordan grumbled looking down at his semi erected rod. “You’re gonna have to apologize and make up with him if you want him to play with your taco.” Isabelle arched a brow.

“So, its okay for you to call mine a taco but I can’t call yours a weenie?” she asked incredulously.

Jordan smirked. “Taco isn’t insulting, weenie is.”

“Well I find it insulting when you refer my womanhood to Mexican food.”

Jordan looked shocked. “But taco’s are delicious, just like you are.” He said placing a kiss on her nose. “But you calling my dick a weenie suggests that I’m of a little boy’s size, which we both know is absolute crap, because; let’s face it babe your screams speak for its self.” He said with a smirk when Isabelle blushed lightly.

“There’s always room for improvement, my love.” Isabelle cooed.

“I’ll show you improvement.” He muttered before attacking her with a passionate kiss.

^^**^^

Leila sighed once she pulled up at Marc apartment. She hurriedly stepped out of the car and into the building praying no one would notice her running around in her red sleeping shorts and vest top. That would for sure make the paparazzi day.

She pressed the button to the lift and waited looking around the empty hallway. She felt a shiver run up her spine at the creepiness of it.

The lift came she quickly got in and pressed the number four repeatedly until the doors closed. She looked up at the numbers change as the lift passed each floor. G...1...2...3...4

The lift stopped and the doors opened with a ‘ding’ she stepped out and walked to his door which was at the end of the hall. Exhaling deeply she knocked a few times and waited for an answer.

The door opened an exhausted Marc stood there his eyes bloodshot and his lip busted. He had a confused look in his eyes. “What happened to your lip?” Leila asked leaning on the door frame.

Marc sighed. “Chase happened; he sucker punched me when he heard about the baby. Thanks for sharing that with me by the way, it wasn’t awkward at all.” He stated with a heavy sigh.

“Yeah sorry about that, I’ve kind of been trying to come to terms with it myself.” She admitted wrapping her arms around her herself resisting the urge to shiver.

“Come in, before you catch a cold.” He said gesturing with his head. Leila slipped inside waiting for him to close the door.
“Were you sleeping?” she asked when she found the living room was dark.

Marc shook his head. “No, sleep was the last thing on my mind.” He said brushing past her and moving into his bedroom which was dimly lit with the light on the nightstand.

Leila followed him and sat beside him on the bed. “What was the first?” she enquired looking up at him.
Marc glanced at her sideways. “Do you even need to ask?” he said dejectedly casting his eyes away.

“Doesn’t hurt to be sure.” She said quietly.

Marc’s eyes snapped up and looked at her. “Alright look, if you’re here to talk about the baby that’s fine but I would really appreciate it if you stopped with the mind games. I’m beat and I just don’t have the energy to play anymore Leila.” He said rubbing his temples.

Leila remained silent for a moment. She scooted closer to him until their sides were touching. “Marc?” she called out quietly her hand slipping up his back. Marc lifted his head out of his hands and silently looked back at her over his shoulder. “You once said that I deserve a love as notorious as my parents, well I think I’ve finally found it.” She said resting her chin lightly on his shoulder as she spoke. “You’re my Jordan.” She whispered and watched as Marc frowned.

“But I thought that-” he said turning to face her before Leila silenced him.

“You thought wrong, had you not walked away you would have heard me apologise to Chase. I do love Chase and I always will, but
I’m in love with you.” she admitted her fingers brushing his hair away from his eyes which lit up.

Marc pressed his lips together and closed his eyes silently praying that this wasn’t a dream, “Pinch me.” he said opening his eyes again.

“Um what?” Leila asked confused.

“Pinch me, I need to know that I’m not dreaming, I need to know this is real.” He said reaching out to brush the back of his fingers against the smooth of her cheek.

She smiled leaning into his touch, she trailed her fingers up his chest and pinched his nipple giggling when Marc yelped.

“Real enough for you?” she asked cheekily grinning.

Marc chuckled, “Painfully enough yes.” He mumbled tilting his head to kiss her. Leila curled her fingers around the nape of
his neck deepening the kiss further.

After a good few minutes of kissing somehow Leila ended up on her back with Marc’s body covering hers trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat. Leila sighed blissfully her fingers tangling in his hair. “Marc, I think we should talk...first.” she breathed opening her eyes when Marc pulled his lips away to look at her.

He smiled pushing off of her. “Okay, let’s talk.” he said sitting up and pulling her up with him. Leila smiled when he pulled her into his lap his strong arms circling her waist. “What do you wanna talk about, babe?”

“Well, we kind of have a lot to figure out still, what with me being pregnant and all.” She said chewing on her bottom lip.
Marc licked his lips nodding. “Right, well, seen as we’re together it shouldn’t really be that difficult to figure out. First of all I’m assuming you want to keep the baby?” Marc asked not doubting her answer.

“Of course, abortion is not an option for me, its murder.” She stated shuddering. Marc smiled and kissed her temple.

“I agree, so maybe we can move in together?” Marc suggested his heart swelling at the thought of him and Leila living together and having a baby.

Leila looked uncertain. “Here, this place is way too small for a family of three.” She stated and frowned when Marc grinned. “What?” she asked after a beat.

“You said family.” Leila blushed and dropped her gaze.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No, don’t ever apologise, I love the idea of us being a family. I never had one of my own so...” he trailed off with a shrug.
Leila wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “You do now.”

Marc smiled nipping at her bottom lip. “So that’s a yes, you’ll move in with me?”

“When we find a suitable place, then yes I will move in with you.” she agreed her eyes showing her excitement.

“Will you marry me too?” Marc asked with a tender smile. Leila gulped.

“Is that a proposal?” she asked her voice an octave over a whisper.

Marc pursed his lips, “Well no, but think of it as a pre-proposal.” He smirked sexily when she frowned.

“Pre-proposal?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I definitely want you as my wife someday Leil’s” Leila felt her stomach twist itself in to knots.

“Really, you do?” she asked her eyes glassy.

Marc closed his eyes pressing his forehead to hers, “Yeah, I really do. I can see myself waking up next to you every morning,
making love to you before I got to that evil place I call work. I see my life as clear as crystal with you... and our baby.”
He said and pulled back opening his eyes. “My god, I’m gonna be a dad.” His violet eyes were wide until Leila placed her hands on either side of his face.

She smiled. “Yeah, you are. Is it only just sinking in?” she asked warmly.

Marc nodded his eyes showing concern. “Leil’s what if I can’t be a good dad. I mean I didn’t exactly have the best example to
follow, you know? What if I end up just like my father?” he asked and even the thought of it made his stomach turn.

Leila frowned and shook her head. “Hey, you will not end up like your father. That man was evil and twisted; he didn’t have anybody which made him a bitter man. You, you don’t have an evil bone in your body, baby. You have a heart a million times bigger than his; you’re sweet and very generous. The way you sacrificed your own happiness for mine proves you aren’t and will never be anything like that man. Besides you have something he never had.” She said tracing his lips with the pad of her finger.

“And what’s that?” Marc questioned gazing intently into her azure eyes.

“Me, a poor girl, who is hopelessly in love with you,” Marc smiled against her finger. “ I have no doubt that you will be a
wonderful father and an even better husband someday. It’s okay to be scared, because it will be tough but we will figure it out together as we go along.” She said her fingers leaving his lips and tangling into his hair.

“I think I just fell in love with you all over again.” Marc said tightening his arms around her waist. Leila blushed biting down on her bottom lip.

“Well if all it takes is a little speech to make you fall in love with me again, I’ll keep on talking. At least that way I’ll know for sure you will love me forever.” She said with an impish grin.

Marc regarded her seriously for a moment. “I will love you beyond forever, baby.” He said his eyes signifying his sincerity.

Leila leaned in brushing her lips over his and the second Leila’s tongue touched Marc’s they were lost. They made love for the first time as an official couple, tending to one another’s needs, sharing their newfound love for one another.

The lovers fell asleep almost instantly wrapped up in each other’s arms. That was of course until Marc’s alarm went off alerting him it was time to get up for work.

“Marc...” Leila mumbled burying her face into the pillow. “Marc, what is that?” she asked her eyes still closed.

Marc rolled over on his back and eyes closed searched for the buzzing object. Once he found it he tapped the snooze button and rolled back over to sleep.

RIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

Marc swore under his breath and tapped the snooze button again silencing the annoying noise. He was just about to dip his toe into the dream world when the shrill ring of the alarm began again.

“SHUT UP!” he flipped on his back and grasped the alarm clock and hurled it across the room where it met its demise. He fell back on the bed and sighed. “Fuck.” He looked to the side when he heard a muffled giggle coming from the heap under the covers.

“And what are you giggling at?” he asked after pulling the sheets over himself and found Leila under them smiling tiredly.

“It’s crazy how much alike we really are.” She said quietly looking up at her lover who rolled over on top of her.

“What do you mean?” Marc asked leaning down to nuzzle her neck affectionately.

Leila tilted her head back moaned wrapping her legs around him. “Well I was going to say how much we both despise mornings, but
it’s not looking so bad at the moment.” She gasped when Marc bit her neck leaving a red love bite behind.

“Mmm, tell me about it.” He said pulling his head back and peering down at her. “As much as I wanna take you right now, I need to have a shower and go to work.” He said placing what he intended to be an innocent kiss on her lip, but Leila had other ideas. She parted her lips using her tongue she goaded his lips apart and snuck it in to his mouth meeting his own.

Marc moaned when he felt his girlfriends tongue sensually massage his own. His hands grasped her hips his erection pressing into her entrance begging to be pushed in, to feel her velvet core surround him.

Leila tightened her legs around his waist locking them around him. She lifted her hips off the bed and pulled him down urging him to enter her.

Marc tried to pull back a smile on his face. He ended the kiss and looked down into Leila’s flushed face. “I have to go, baby. I don’t have nearly enough time to shower....Uhh fuck.” He groaned when Leila thrust herself upward impaling herself with him.

“Then pull out and go.” She breathed licking his earlobe knowing full well he won’t be able to resist.

Marc’s head spun when her tongue dipped into his ear. “That’s very devious of you, baby.” He whispered his lips a breath away from hers.

Leila began moving against him. “Are you forgetting who my mother is?” she asked poking up her brow and tightening herself around his rigid rod.

Marc’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.”You’re not going to leave me all hot and bothered are you?” Leila purred poking out her tongue and licking his lips sensually.

“You’re going to get me fired, Miss Callaway.” He said his nose brushing hers as he slowly began moving inside of her at a steady pace.

Leila moaned arching her body into him. “Good, that way we can stay in bed all day.” She breathed kissing his jaw. “I can think of a good few things I’d like to do to you.” she added digging her nails into his back as he began thrusting into her deeper and faster.

“God, woman, you’re going to be the death of Me.” he said between pants. Leila responded with a moan enjoying every second of her man pleasuring her.

A good ten minutes and a lot of screaming later Marc rushed off to have a shower and Leila cleaned up and fell asleep almost instantly.

Marc came out of the shower and hurriedly got dressed for work. He glanced down at Leila who was currently sprawled across the bed a single white sheet covering her naked body from his prying eyes.

Marc couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. He could get used to this sight every morning, Leila naked in their bed after he just had hot passionate sex with her.

After he got dressed he glanced at his watch and cursed, he was fifteen minutes late, but thinking back at it, it was totally worth every second. He hated going to work and being hassled by his boss who was a real dick.

Marc wanted to be a pilot but after the whole 9/11 incident he changed his mind and settled for being an architect.

He strolled over to the bed and leaned forward to press a kiss on Leila’s pouting lips. She stirred and blinked open her eyes tiredly looking up at him. “I’m going now babe, I left a key for you on the bedside table. I’ll call you later, I love you.” he said and kissed her again.

“I love you.”Leila said with a smile as she watched her boyfriend turn and leave the room. A few minutes later she heard the front door click shut. Once left in silence Leila fell back asleep instantly.

^^**^^

Elsewhere Isabelle looked at time and sighed when it showed it was passed eleven o’clock at night. Her blue eyes looked up at the building that kept her husband so busy all of the time.

She smiled and pushed open the door to her black convertible and stepped out locking it behind her as she made her way to the entrance of, D.J.C Cooperation’s.

At this time of night the only people there were the security guards. “Mrs Callaway.” They greeted her as she walked through the main lobby towards the elevator.

“Good evening boys.” She greeted with a wink as she reached out and pressed the up arrow to the elevator which opened instantly.

She stepped in and pressed the number to the floor to Jordan’s office which was situated on the eleventh floor.

A minute later the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Isabelle was instantly greeted with an empty and silent office.

She looked around for anyone but she found it completely lifeless. A smile pulled at her lips as she quietly walked over to her husband’s office which was down the long corridor. Isabelle hadn’t surprised him like this in a very long time, the last time she did was over a three months ago they ended up having sex on Jordan’s desk then up against his wall.

That thought made her feel giddy, her stomach tightening excitedly like it did when she was teenager sneaking off to sleep with him wherever they could.

She reached his door which was shut and reached for the door knob when she heard voices inside. She frowned trying to work out what was being said.

“Jordan, I don’t know how much longer I can take this?” She heard a woman’s voice say. Next was Jordan’s voice.

“Look, Kat, it won’t be for much longer. I just need you to be patient and keep quiet for a little while longer okay?” Isabelle
frowned.

“Kat...?” Isabelle whispered to herself her heart rate increasing dramatically. What exactly did she have to be patient and
keep quiet about?

“Jordan, what if Isabelle finds out?” Kat asked her frustration evident in her voice.

“She won’t, we just have to be careful so she doesn’t suspect anything. She thinks I’m at the office my head buried in mounts paperwork.” Jordan said.

Isabelle pressed her lips together smothering the whimper that formed in her throat. He was having an affair and with Kat of all people.

“I don’t understand why you won’t tell her Jordan, Isabelle isn’t stupid she will figure it out sooner or later?” Kat said.

“I just can’t okay. I need more time.”

“I’m tired of sneaking around Jordan; I just want it all out in the open already. I’m sick of lying to her, I feel like she could see right through me.”

“You think I like it, I hate lying to her but I don’t have a choice, she won’t listen to reason. Isabelle’s stubborn you know that.” Jordan said tiredly.

“I know, god I feel like we switched places, twenty years ago it was her sneaking around with you behind my back and now it’s me.” Isabelle couldn’t listen anymore she wiped her tears away and ran away from the door not even waiting for the elevator she
took the stairs and ran down all eleven floors.

She raced through the lobby only stopping when one of the guards asked if she was okay. “You never saw me here, understood?” she asked through her tears. The guard nodded and watched as she left the building got into her car and all but ripped away from the curb.

After a short drive Isabelle rushed into the house and bumped into Dayne who was on his way out. He frowned when he met her eyes and instantly saw she had been crying. Her make up was smeared and her blue eyes held such pain.

“Mom?” he asked taking hold of her shoulders he frowned deeper when found she was shaking. “What’s wrong?” he questioned bending down to look her in the eyes.

With a strangled whimper Isabelle fell into her son’s arms and cried, Dayne wrapped his arms around her holding her into his chest while she sobbed. “He said he loved me, how could he do this to me?” she said her voice muffled.

Dayne closed his eyes praying his father hasn’t done something completely stupid. “What happened, Mom?”

“H-he’s having an a-affair.” She squealed pulling away and crying into her hands. Dayne froze his jaw dropped from the shock. “I knew it, I knew he would go back to her someday, I just knew it!” she said throwing her purse against the door angrily.

Dayne frowned. “Go back to who Mom?”

“You’re mother, after twenty years she managed to finally get what she wanted.” Isabelle said defeated.
Dayne’s eyes widened. “What?!” she barked his blue eyes icy. “That’s who she was sneaking off to see every night, Dad?” Isabelle nodded.

“Yeah, they’ve been screwing around in his office for god knows how long now. All those late nights, he said he was working, he was really with her.”Isabelle felt disgusted. “God I thought we were over all of this, I was sure I was what he wanted, I guess I should have seen this coming, what goes around comes around right?” she sniffled wiping away her tears.

“Mom, dad loves you, he-” Isabelle shook her head.

“-Don’t please, I’ve heard it all before. If he loved me he wouldn’t have done this. I’m not going to do this again, I can’t. If he wants Kat then that’s who he should be with. I wish that bullet pierced through my heart, at least that way I wouldn’t have had to feel this way again. I don’t think I’ll survive this time.” She said making her way to the bar and pouring herself a shot of vodka and downing it before repeating the process.

Dayne shook his head and followed her into the living room. “Mom, please don’t talk like that. Even if Dad screwed up I know he loves you, you didn’t see how broken he was when you got shot. I refuse to believe he would willingly hurt you.”

“Well he did, he doesn’t even have the audacity to come clean and apologise. He said he needs more time; but he won’t need it. ” she said and her eyes met Dayne’s and she laughed painfully. “Look at the bright side, at least he was cheating with your mother, you don’t really lose anything.”

Dayne frowned at that. “What, you think I would be pleased if my mother and father got together. You really must be crazy to believe that. Kat might be my biological mother but that doesn’t mean I love her or respect her for that matter.” Dayne said taking a hold of her shoulders.

“If anything I hate her even more now. But you, you were the one I cried for when I was sick; you were the one that taught me how to tie my shoelaces when she was whoring it up on one of her tours. It was you that taught me to love and respect others. When I was at my lowest you brought me back up again. You made me the man I am today, how could you ever think I would be happy when you’re so broken. I’ll never forgive Dad for doing this to you.” he said wiping away his mother’s tears.
Isabelle sniffled and hugged her son tightly. “Thank you, sweetheart. Do me a favour and explain to your brother and sister for me. Your father will be back soon and I really don’t wanna se him.” she said and pulled away from him.

“Mom, where are you going to go?” Dayne questioned with concern.

Isabelle’s eyes filled with tears once again. “I don’t know. Some place far away to clear my head, at least until I can face your father again. I can’t believe it; all of the struggles we fought for years were in vain.” She cried her voice shaky.

“Mom...” Dayne said pleadingly but Isabelle shook her head.

“Dayne please, don’t make this even harder for me than it already is. Please don’t hate me honey, I’ll be back when I’ve had time to figure things out.” She said and smiled sadly hen Dayne nodded. She kissed his forehead and brushed past him to pick up her things.

Half an hour later, Jordan walked through the front door rubbing his neck tiredly. He dropped his briefcase and stripped off his jacket. He unbuttoned the first two buttons to his shirt as he walked into the living room where he stopped dead in his tracks when he found Dayne, Jaiden and Leila all in the living room.

“Hey, what are you guys doing up, it’s late?” Jordan asked his eyes darting from one of his kids to the other until it fell on
Leila and noticed her eyes were red and swollen. “What’s going on?” he asked alarmed. His brown eyes scanned the room and noticed something or someone was amiss. “Where’s your mother?”

“Surprised you noticed she was missing?” Dayne spat glaring hard at his father.

Jordan frowned at his son. “Excuse me?” he said firmly.

“A good husband should know where his wife is.” Jaiden said mirroring the same look as his older brother.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked rubbing his neck in agitation.

Leila narrowed her blue eyes at him. “What’s wrong with your neck?” she questioned getting her father’s attention.

Jordan scowled. “Nothing, just been working hard that’s all.” He frowned when he heard Dayne snort.

“I bet you were.”

“Alright what the hell is going on?” Jordan snapped angrily glaring at each of his kids.

“Why don’t you tell us Dad, hmm?” Jaiden asked raising his voice slightly.

Jordan shook his head confused. “Tell you what?”

Leila shook her head in disappointment. “Tell us why you felt the need to completely destroy Mom?” Jaiden asked again.

“What are you talking about?” Jordan asked placing his hands at his waist.

Leila’s hands flew up to her temples. “Don’t play stupid dad, we know you’ve been having an affair.” She all but screamed at him.

Jordan froze for a moment. “What?” he croaked.

“Yeah, Mom knows too. Notice she’s not around?” Jaiden said waving his arms around. “She left you, Dad.”

Jordan shook his head. “Where the hell did she get that idea from?” he asked quickly his heart rate increasing.

“She heard you, in the office talking with KAT!” Leila spat. “Kat, of all people you crawl back to her, you cheat on MOM, with that WHORE!” Leila cried distraught.

“Oh my god, no, I wasn’t—I’m not, I...” he stopped and ran his fingers through his hair. “FUCK!” he yelled causing all the kids to jump startled. “Where is she, where did she go, when did she leave, WHAT DID SHE SAY?” He asked quickly when none of the kids were answering him.

“She said all the answers you need, you will find on your dressing table.” Dayne informed a confused look on his face as he studied his father. Jordan turned on his heels and ran up to his bedroom almost breaking the door down on his way in.

He stopped in front of said table and his heart stopped beating all together. There it was her wedding ring sat on his night table with a note beside it in her handwriting with the words—‘I hope she was worth it.’ written on it.

“No.” He squeezed his eyes shut opening them again wishing the ring to disappear but it didn’t it just stared him in the face. He blew it for good this time and the ring proved it.

He remembered what Isabelle told him on their wedding night. “The day I take off this ring will be the day our marriage ends.”

For twenty years that ring never left her finger until tonight...

To Be Continued...


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